The towers of London climbed like the throats of liars higher and higher at unimaginable velocities. Trumpets sprung from our tongues, reaching out like fingertips into the cloudy dissolve.
tea and crumpets and all of the finery that holds down a woman as she walks and cages in her breasts. it was not as I had thought it would be none of the sophistication that you think of in the past only the smell of rotting flesh and sore gum’s.
His accent jerked caused me to stop and look around. I had heard that British accent before. But where I could not remember. My eyes searched the crowd and landed on a pair of blue eyes. Eyes that seem to lead to a bottomless pool. He stared at me. I found myself not being able to breathe. I knew now. It was all coming back to me and I knew I had to escape. I had to run and get out before he got me.
I’ve got a little bit of British blood in me, but I don’t think too much about it. To me, it’s just a distant idea ascribed to me by other people.
“What’s your heritage?”
“Some Irish, some British, a little Metis, some Norwegian…I’m all over the place.”
British lineage is just a descriptor about myself that has little real bearing on how I think of myself…I suppose my heritage has written itself on the shape of my face, my bodily genetics, and obviously these things affect my self-perception. Still, I have to wonder at those people who are generations removed from some “homeland”, and feel that they can claim some kind of deep relationship to it. I wonder what they’re really looking for in claiming their removed heritage.
British teas crowd my cupboard, idly awaiting the morning of their consumption. Robust and milk-clouded, they will one day roll down my throat. On that day, my fingers will undoubtedly itch for a cigarette.
British people have terrible names, like Glynn and Nigel and Rupert. And they like tea all too much. And crumpets. WHO CALLS THEM CRUMPETS ANYMORE?!?!?! And my friend, who was British, moved back to England and is a jerk. Why? Because she never stayed in touch.
I think about British and I don’t think anything at all. Britain does not exist. It is like any other country – just basically colonial and shit. Where do real people come from? I don’t know. I don’t know if I care, either. Never saw the point in feeling proud of countries.
She was British to the core. Marks and Spencers’ undies, British Home Stores bras and the rest of her clothing from recyling stores. She certainly had a stiff upper lip, demonstrating this at the recent loss of her husband of some forty years. No show of grief in public for Hermione, tears were kept strickly private.
He was there when the woman by the pub came to see her husband. She was wrinkled and sagging everywhere beneth her oversized coat, and she had the look of the devil’s rage on her face.
He watched her as she stormed into the pub, silencing the crowds of men in various states of drukeness with a single glare.
Friends of mine (and I of course) Listen to the bands: The Clik Clik, Perfect People and the Midnight Beast (All with singer Stefan Abingdon).
He has a British accent and we imitate his voice all the time.
Being british isn’t about acting posh and speaking in a voice that sounds like you’ve got a frog stuck down it. It isn’t even about drinking a load of tea and going to see the queen. Stereotypes. That’s what that is. Being british means being part of this world, and a part of Britain.
a funny accent that some people have, we fought them in the american revolution and they’re now our allies, we also then later fought them in the war of 1812. i want that accent so bad that i could scream and kick and stuff.
British is a culture, perhaps a good one… its definatley lucky to live in Britain. there worse places.
No ones one hundred percent british.. which is why i hate british racism and the bmp… its quite hypocritical.
we have the best music…
and all of the history and that.
i AM BRITISH. I LOVE BEING BRITISH, ITS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD. I LOVE TEA AND SCONES. SUMMER SUNSHINE, HOT AIR, PARKS, CRISPY LEAVES, ACCENTS, BOYS WEARING TOPMAN. OUR HUMOUR. I LOVE US.
MEn with bad teeth, weird bubbly hair and smell like pipes and old men. Even if theyre young and dont smoke. Nice accents though. They kinda make me uncomfortable-accents, not british men. I’m being pret
My first love was a boy from Britain. When I first heard his accent I think I pretty much melted. I don’t know, girls like accents, especially English ones. I never introduced myself, but I was content to just.. stare.
The term “British” refers to the late ’80’s-90’s wrestler the “British Bulldog.” This guy was a decent wrestler, especially for being white and having dreadlocks. That is all.
i love british people because they seem very polite and they have nice accents. coronation street is set in britain and i love that show. british people also seem a bit stuffy sometimes though. all in all i think that being british is a lot different than just moving to britain. being raised there might make you a bit stuffy and droll, but moving there from canada would make you cooler.
To be British is something that people do and don’t think about – its always contested and the words ‘nationality’ and ‘patriotic’ and ‘pride’ are often bandied about. I don’t know how I feel about ‘British’ or ‘Being British’ – should there be a sense of pride or should we be ashamed of ourselves?
bad teeth, corny accents, talented people, smart people, crowded homes, copy cat television, funny people, great to make fun of, most used accent, austin powers
British people are very funny. They have lovely accents and are amazing actors. Orlando Bloom is british, so is the original office series and monty python. Both really good shows. Also Dr. Who is an amazing show done by the brits. I wish i knew someone with a british accent. That would may my day.
The british lady was shy and sweet, but her accent was too thick for the barrista to understand what she was asking for. What kind of coffee does this lady want? the 21 year old college student working at the place just to get through college thought to himself. She repeated her order, slowly and enunciating, but he still couldn’t understand her.
I’ve always been intrigued by Great Britain and, more specifically, the british. Part of me feels a strong kinship to our brothers overseas. Another part of me would love to have an even greater connection with the British women, if you know what I mean.
she was british, her vowels all skewed, her words slightly too articulate. It was unsettling, and throughly arousing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met a british girl that was more than a 6, but this dame, man she was at least a 7.5.
I am now thinking in a British accent, I wish there was some way for me to me to portray this accent via words. I guess one just has to imagine. I wish I was British, but alas, I am American. This potentially frowned upon, my Americanhood.
what is british? i don’t know how to define a word that has so many meanings. is it someone whose ancestors lived in england? or is it someone who has lived there all their life? or is it even someone who wants to be, so they can be? who knows? it’s not great to be british anyway.
My grandmother was from Ipswich, England. I never knew much more about her. It seemed like her pride lived entirely in her citizenship and loyalty to the UK. She made really bland food but told some really great stories.
The ladies sat at the table in the most proper manner imaginable. “May I help you, ladies?” Asked the British waiter. No one said a word, because no one was used to being asked such a question. Help? I thought this was a res-truant, I thought. Why would I need help? I’d like some food.
British bull dog. thats what the game was called this week, it had been irish bull dog the week before but the teachers had forbidden the game. so of course we changed the name and continued to play. The bull dog, usually one of the boys, would stand at one end of the field and the rest of us would charge and try to get past him. his eyes would select a target, usually one of the slower girls, and then you would pounce and drag her to the ground. It got quite rough sometimes. Poor guy shouldn’t have picked on Becky!
i’m british. i don’t know what british means though, is it really the union jack, fish and chips and yorkshire puddings? if so, then that’s shit. why can’t we have an interesting culture like india or somewhere. and why is everyone so desperate to be british? it’s shit.
Europe needs to give me a damn reply for grad school so I know whether to go to a corner and cry or rejoice with the others who are going to Europe. Well, maybe I won’t go to a corner and cry, but I will feel like I have disappointed my friends. On a completely different note, I used to like the British accent, but it’s recently started to bother me. It sounds a little too forced, no?
The towers of London climbed like the throats of liars higher and higher at unimaginable velocities. Trumpets sprung from our tongues, reaching out like fingertips into the cloudy dissolve.
British, sophistication.
United Kingdom.
Former owners of these United states.
A deeper culture.
A longer history.
A different sense of humor.
Very, very different.
Very, very similar.
tea and crumpets and all of the finery that holds down a woman as she walks and cages in her breasts. it was not as I had thought it would be none of the sophistication that you think of in the past only the smell of rotting flesh and sore gum’s.
His accent jerked caused me to stop and look around. I had heard that British accent before. But where I could not remember. My eyes searched the crowd and landed on a pair of blue eyes. Eyes that seem to lead to a bottomless pool. He stared at me. I found myself not being able to breathe. I knew now. It was all coming back to me and I knew I had to escape. I had to run and get out before he got me.
I’ve got a little bit of British blood in me, but I don’t think too much about it. To me, it’s just a distant idea ascribed to me by other people.
“What’s your heritage?”
“Some Irish, some British, a little Metis, some Norwegian…I’m all over the place.”
British lineage is just a descriptor about myself that has little real bearing on how I think of myself…I suppose my heritage has written itself on the shape of my face, my bodily genetics, and obviously these things affect my self-perception. Still, I have to wonder at those people who are generations removed from some “homeland”, and feel that they can claim some kind of deep relationship to it. I wonder what they’re really looking for in claiming their removed heritage.
British teas crowd my cupboard, idly awaiting the morning of their consumption. Robust and milk-clouded, they will one day roll down my throat. On that day, my fingers will undoubtedly itch for a cigarette.
British people have terrible names, like Glynn and Nigel and Rupert. And they like tea all too much. And crumpets. WHO CALLS THEM CRUMPETS ANYMORE?!?!?! And my friend, who was British, moved back to England and is a jerk. Why? Because she never stayed in touch.
I think about British and I don’t think anything at all. Britain does not exist. It is like any other country – just basically colonial and shit. Where do real people come from? I don’t know. I don’t know if I care, either. Never saw the point in feeling proud of countries.
She was British to the core. Marks and Spencers’ undies, British Home Stores bras and the rest of her clothing from recyling stores. She certainly had a stiff upper lip, demonstrating this at the recent loss of her husband of some forty years. No show of grief in public for Hermione, tears were kept strickly private.
He was there when the woman by the pub came to see her husband. She was wrinkled and sagging everywhere beneth her oversized coat, and she had the look of the devil’s rage on her face.
He watched her as she stormed into the pub, silencing the crowds of men in various states of drukeness with a single glare.
Often a time, I long to meet our parents. Some Americans have inherited British ideals from long ago and still surface now and then. .
Friends of mine (and I of course) Listen to the bands: The Clik Clik, Perfect People and the Midnight Beast (All with singer Stefan Abingdon).
He has a British accent and we imitate his voice all the time.
Being british isn’t about acting posh and speaking in a voice that sounds like you’ve got a frog stuck down it. It isn’t even about drinking a load of tea and going to see the queen. Stereotypes. That’s what that is. Being british means being part of this world, and a part of Britain.
a funny accent that some people have, we fought them in the american revolution and they’re now our allies, we also then later fought them in the war of 1812. i want that accent so bad that i could scream and kick and stuff.
British is a culture, perhaps a good one… its definatley lucky to live in Britain. there worse places.
No ones one hundred percent british.. which is why i hate british racism and the bmp… its quite hypocritical.
we have the best music…
and all of the history and that.
i AM BRITISH. I LOVE BEING BRITISH, ITS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD. I LOVE TEA AND SCONES. SUMMER SUNSHINE, HOT AIR, PARKS, CRISPY LEAVES, ACCENTS, BOYS WEARING TOPMAN. OUR HUMOUR. I LOVE US.
MEn with bad teeth, weird bubbly hair and smell like pipes and old men. Even if theyre young and dont smoke. Nice accents though. They kinda make me uncomfortable-accents, not british men. I’m being pret
My first love was a boy from Britain. When I first heard his accent I think I pretty much melted. I don’t know, girls like accents, especially English ones. I never introduced myself, but I was content to just.. stare.
i’m british. i am.
pip pip
The term “British” refers to the late ’80’s-90’s wrestler the “British Bulldog.” This guy was a decent wrestler, especially for being white and having dreadlocks. That is all.
i love british people because they seem very polite and they have nice accents. coronation street is set in britain and i love that show. british people also seem a bit stuffy sometimes though. all in all i think that being british is a lot different than just moving to britain. being raised there might make you a bit stuffy and droll, but moving there from canada would make you cooler.
To be British is something that people do and don’t think about – its always contested and the words ‘nationality’ and ‘patriotic’ and ‘pride’ are often bandied about. I don’t know how I feel about ‘British’ or ‘Being British’ – should there be a sense of pride or should we be ashamed of ourselves?
he was british and i never wanted him to stop talking because i was hypnotized by his accent.
bad teeth, corny accents, talented people, smart people, crowded homes, copy cat television, funny people, great to make fun of, most used accent, austin powers
British people are very funny. They have lovely accents and are amazing actors. Orlando Bloom is british, so is the original office series and monty python. Both really good shows. Also Dr. Who is an amazing show done by the brits. I wish i knew someone with a british accent. That would may my day.
The british lady was shy and sweet, but her accent was too thick for the barrista to understand what she was asking for. What kind of coffee does this lady want? the 21 year old college student working at the place just to get through college thought to himself. She repeated her order, slowly and enunciating, but he still couldn’t understand her.
I’ve always been intrigued by Great Britain and, more specifically, the british. Part of me feels a strong kinship to our brothers overseas. Another part of me would love to have an even greater connection with the British women, if you know what I mean.
she was british, her vowels all skewed, her words slightly too articulate. It was unsettling, and throughly arousing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met a british girl that was more than a 6, but this dame, man she was at least a 7.5.
I am now thinking in a British accent, I wish there was some way for me to me to portray this accent via words. I guess one just has to imagine. I wish I was British, but alas, I am American. This potentially frowned upon, my Americanhood.
what is british? i don’t know how to define a word that has so many meanings. is it someone whose ancestors lived in england? or is it someone who has lived there all their life? or is it even someone who wants to be, so they can be? who knows? it’s not great to be british anyway.
world war
My grandmother was from Ipswich, England. I never knew much more about her. It seemed like her pride lived entirely in her citizenship and loyalty to the UK. She made really bland food but told some really great stories.
The ladies sat at the table in the most proper manner imaginable. “May I help you, ladies?” Asked the British waiter. No one said a word, because no one was used to being asked such a question. Help? I thought this was a res-truant, I thought. Why would I need help? I’d like some food.
British bull dog. thats what the game was called this week, it had been irish bull dog the week before but the teachers had forbidden the game. so of course we changed the name and continued to play. The bull dog, usually one of the boys, would stand at one end of the field and the rest of us would charge and try to get past him. his eyes would select a target, usually one of the slower girls, and then you would pounce and drag her to the ground. It got quite rough sometimes. Poor guy shouldn’t have picked on Becky!
i’m british. i don’t know what british means though, is it really the union jack, fish and chips and yorkshire puddings? if so, then that’s shit. why can’t we have an interesting culture like india or somewhere. and why is everyone so desperate to be british? it’s shit.
Tea, Biscuits, Beaches, Camping, English flag, Milk, Cereal, Posters, Pets, Campervans, Concerts
Europe needs to give me a damn reply for grad school so I know whether to go to a corner and cry or rejoice with the others who are going to Europe. Well, maybe I won’t go to a corner and cry, but I will feel like I have disappointed my friends. On a completely different note, I used to like the British accent, but it’s recently started to bother me. It sounds a little too forced, no?
they all say
‘british accents are cool’
& it’s like there’s some
sort of ‘epic’ stereotype
around these people.
i hold no such stereotype
in my mind.
i judge people for
who they are ;
not for their accent.
I am British and I fucking love it. I would never leave this country, I don’t care that some of the people are cunts. I laav it!